saraswhimsy
saraswhimsy
saraswhimsy

I have to agree with you. It sounds to me like there needs to rules enforced in the classroom or the school. We never had a problem with gum under tables/desks etc or being put in a garbage can - with a garbage bag - because we knew that if it was found, gum would no longer be allowed at school. And it was awhile ago,

Snuffy ROCKS!

Exactly! At her age, my hair looked just like that! God forbid the day is humid or my hair will fill up most of the headroom in my car!

One thing that I stumbled upon years ago has made keeping my fridge cleaner longer. When something spoils (in a container you'd like to keep) and you can't stand the smell (I have a really big gag reflex), put in the freezer. Once it's frozen, soak the container in hot water for a few minutes and the frozen spoiled

I grew up in a small town and moved about three hours away for grad school. I found it odd that with just that bit of distance, there were phrases and pronunciations that I didn't understand. I grew up with shopping carts, they had carriages. I grew up with rubber bands, they had gumbies (at least that's what I

I have to admit, I loved Surge. And I still miss it. It was so so so yummy! And I still keep cancersicles - pop ice - on hand in case of a sore throat. But funyuns - or whatever, I don't get it. They smell so bad. I can tell if anyone opens a bag or has eaten them. Ugh, can't stand the stench! Capri-Sun - my cousins